You throw away the outside. Then cook the inside. Only to eat the outside, And then throw away the inside.

I am real and alive, but made of wood, and two thirds elf.

I start weak, but I become strong. I have one eye, yet I can't see. I move, but I don't have legs. I cause destruction in my path.

I hum a tune you wish would cease, I come at night and steal your peace. I leave behind an itchy mark, Though I’m so small, I hit my mark.

I wear no cloak, yet change my face, I slip through time without a trace. I touch your skin, but leave no scar, I light your day from very far. I rise and fall, yet I never walk. Without me, the world would be cold and dark.